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{Welcome to my story. If you haven't read the others leading up to this, you should. It would help explain things. I am NOT a professional writer at all, so reader beware! If you make comments, remember to be nice.]
MR. & MRS. PARKER... WOW
When Gracie and I got to the patio deck of the houseboat, her parents were already there soaking up the visions of a beautiful sunset. Even though she had just told me the big secret - that the Parkers were not her real parents - she said she wanted me to keep on thinking of them as her parents. She did, so who was I to differ?
Gracie, in that sensual sundress, and I made our way to the two available lounge chairs.
"Hey! Are you two in the mood for watching a beautiful spectacle?" Mr. Parker asked. Mrs. Parker glanced over at us with a smile.
I was nervous. They just looked different now that I knew the big secret. But Gracie seemed unfazed by it all. She smiled at Mr. P and with a nod towards the setting sun with an amazing orange sky and purple clouds hanging like a painting in the sky she said, "We like to watch."
The awkward response was lost on me. I was still trying to measure the Parkers in the new light I had. It definitely felt different knowing they were not Gracie's real parents. It also definitely felt weird with Gracie having dared to reveal to me that "we play" was about her and them!
Mrs. Parker rolled to her side and leaned up on her elbow. "Well you two have the perfect seats to watch your own private show!"
Okay. I missed Gracie's "we like to watch" in the moment. But Mrs. Parker made me flinch. I turned to Gracie and whispered, "Watch our own private show?"
What I didn't fully understand was how excited Gracie was to introduce me to a new experience that she thought was super hot. And I have to confess. I was feeling totally filled up. I was free for a week with her. Freed from my nagging mom and a boring home. Freed from school and work. Freed to just hang out with Gracie and be us. Kissing. Hugging. Touching. Sensual freedom. By this point in the week (day 4 of 7) on our houseboat vacation together, I had cum with Gracie more times than I could even remember. So that she would be excited to introduce me to yet another level of sensual pleasure - and a very naughty one at that - was just unexpected to me.
Gracie smiled and patted her lounge chair signaling me to come sit next to her. As she nodded her approval as I slid over next to her, Mr. Parker said, "That's a good idea Gracie." He patted the lounger he was laying on as he glanced at Mrs. P.
When Mrs. P. scooted off her lounge chair, it almost took my breath away. I had seen her many times before of course. As a welcome guest in their home at any time of the day or night, I had seen her at her best. In the pool. Casual in the house. Nighttime tee. Eloquent attire when they were going out. And even her Sunday church attire. And that glimpse of her on the ride to start our trip had echoed in my mind more than once. But this moment was the first time I had seen her as Mrs. Parker - non real mom of Gracie.
It was also a moment that revealed that she was wearing only her wrap that she often wore when covering in modesty when she was wearing her swimsuit in public. But now, in this private setting, she was wearing that wrap - only that wrap.
As she swung her legs to the ground to stand up, The wrap scooted up her legs to remove any doubt that she was wearing the wrap and only the wrap. It was amazing that a married woman in her 40's could look so fit. She was tall, about 5-9, and had a swimmer's body. Her legs were toned. Her tummy was flat. And her breasts were still firm and full.
She sat next to Mr. Parker and gave him a kiss. Not a polite kiss a wife gives her hubby in public. It was a kiss a wife and hubby share when they are both feeling horny. It skipped the lip to lip only greeting and immediately dove into both mouths open and hungry. I had never seen them kiss like this. Gracie's hand smoothed over my leg to let me know everything was okay.
The thought of a married couple making out was not something I had ever thought would be sexy to watch. But with the sun sinking behind the horizon, I was spellbound. The Parkers were different. Suddenly very different. And each step of the way, Gracie supported me with gentle strokes and embraces and kisses reminding me that everything was okay; I just needed to relax and trust her.
So when Mr. P took Mrs. P's breast into his mouth, I could hardly look away, even as Gracie lightly nibbled on my own breast. As his tongue swirled around her nipple, Gracie flicked at mine, knowing how that drove me crazy. As he slithered his hand between her legs (and she unashamedly spread them!), I felt Gracie's warm, slender finger parting my wet folds and gliding back and forth.
By the time Mr. P had his wife on the edge of orgasm, Gracie had my tee completely off, leaving me totally naked. Mrs. P was also naked. And for the very first time I saw my reflection - in Mrs. P. I saw how easily that could be me that Mr. P was playing with. I dared to actually wonder if this was all part of his plan.
Moments later my musings were flooded with a greater pleasure. Gracie's nibbles wandered down my tummy until finally she was doing something amazing on my pussy. And at that very moment - I could see Mr. P sliding his erection into his wife's pussy. And it seemed that with each slow and deep push in and pull out, Gracie seemed to move her tongue in and out of me. I was watching a married couple make love even as my sweet Gracie's mouth made love to me. I had an orgasm and wanted to pleasure Gracie in return. But she shook her head no and whispered, "Save yourself, sweetie. There is plenty more to come."
I wandered into a fuzzy-headed dreamland as Mrs. P's whimpers of love-making floated all around me. I dozed off for a while. When I awoke, Gracie was gone. She had laid my tee over me as a covering, although it really was not much of a covering. Mrs. Parker was gone, too. And as I open my eyes and stretched my arms above my head, my hand discovered that Mr. P was sitting on my lounge chair right next to me.
It was dark. He had his shorts on... that much I could tell. But I was naked. My tee just hanging from my shoulder as I scooted around a bit to look back at him. The dim light of the night was just enough to see him smiling as his fingers combed through my hair.
It was the absolute craziest of all moments in my entire life. If just a week previous someone would have said to me, "You are going to be laying naked next to a married man who you just watched having sex with his wife. He is going to be welcoming and warm. You will have just had an orgasm... but you will feel something stirring inside of you." I would have of course rejected that with a wave of my hand as if it were crazy talk.
But there I was. Mr. Parker. Me. Alone in the dark of the night. I gathered my thoughts and quietly spoke, "Where is Gracie?"
"She is with her mother," he softly replied. It immediately sounded odd to hear him refer to Mrs. P as Gracie's mother after having learned that was not true. It also was odd since the words "with her mother" could have meant something quite intimate. I was again feeling a sudden mix of shock, disbelief and arousal.
I didn't say anything. I just leaned against Mr. P and was silent. He wrapped his arm around me and whispered, "And you are with me."
I was trembling now. I couldn't help but be thinking of what was Gracie doing right now? With Mrs. P? And even more troubling; what was I doing right now with Mr. P?! Gracie's earlier words of "... save yourself sweetie... there is more to come" now forced my heart to beat faster.
But the way Mr. P ran his fingers through my hair. It was so sweet. So kind. So gentle. So, if this is a word, so unsexual. I just felt like he was looking down on me with pure and adoring eyes. Even though I was naked. Even though my breasts were pressed against his side. Even though I had just watched him make love to his wife.
I was ready for him to pounce. It now seemed inevitable. But to my surprise, he remained unassuming. He did not make a move to take advantage of me or the situation. He was being, well, fatherly to me. Sweet, kind, caring fatherly. There fatherly. Not absent. Not aloof with whatever else in the world he cared more about. Just stroking my hair and allowing me to find security in the moment.
What an amazing thought. With all that had unfolded over the past week, to think that I could have been leaning against Mr. P in the dark of the night, completely naked, and finding security. Wow.
In those moments, the more he cuddled me to his side and fathered me in security, the more I wanted him. I began to wonder, is he like this because he just came inside his wife and cannot get it up again? Is he unable to get an erection? And then a brief panic struck as the thought flit through my mind; had I gotten things wrong?! OMG.
He seemed to sense my inner conflict because as his hand reassured me with gentle strokes, he leaned down and gave me a kiss - on my forehead. Not a romantic kiss. Not a tease. Not a test to see if he could get something more. It was just - I have to say - pure.
Yes. Pure. There I said it. His arm around my naked body. His erection having just been spent on making love to his wife. His daughter in bed with his wife. Just the two of us together in the middle of the night. And I say it was a moment that was pure.
That was the exact moment I knew it was coming. I wasn't exactly sure when, although I knew it would be soon. But I knew it was coming. I knew that Mr. P was going to get his hands on me in a much different way. And I so craved it now. I smiled and thought to myself, "as soon as I get up from here I am putting on my tank top - and it doesn't come off until he takes it off of me."
That was my last thought before dozing off in his arms. Sunrise would bring a special moment. But in the dark of night at that moment, I slumped against him and slept hard, catching up for all the sleep I had missed the past few nights on that houseboat, or perhaps I should have called it our "Loveboat."
It you are still with me, then I can only smile as I tell you, as dramatic as the sunset had been, the approaching sunrise was about to bring me to a new level of pleasures.
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